[Well. Those would definitely both sound like styles of depression coping he's tried before. Yoosung had been staying up late even without games to fill the void, writing in his journal... but after that made him a target for the other night owls around, he can see the appeal of sleeping early and often now. Not that it sounds great, because it really sounds boring. But "fun" isn't always what it's cracked up to be either. Yoosung sighs, resigned.]

If there's really that little to do here... guess I should just get used to it.

[Though he punctuates that with a little "hrmph" noise, slipping an arm underneath a pillow to hug it and sulk. He'll sort of half-heartedly lay his head down in the process as well, but as they both might have expected, his thoughts aren't drifting to anywhere restful at all yet.]

...I wonder if they caught him...

[They hadn't run into anyone, even after chocolate, tracking down Eve, and room shopping. That's ... bad, he's pretty sure. There's no way they wouldn't have done a trial after the motive was laid out so clearly. "Sorry," he had said, (désolé, c’est ma faute), if he bothered to say that out loud to Yoosung, he may as well have also said that to whoever it was he was planning to make take the fall, through him. He'd feel guilty for them too. With all other threats pushed back to the past and the safety in numbers, he's finally getting the "opportunity" to worry about that.]

The new class has three guys who are detectives, but I didn't get to know any of em' that well.

[Where's Jake when you need him. Then again, maybe Mishima wishes he hadn't been there the first time.]